YLT(i)
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil is her mouth,
4 And her latter end is bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword with mouths.
5 Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.
6 The path of life—lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths—thou knowest not.
7 And now, ye sons, hearken to me, And turn not from sayings of my mouth.
8 Keep far from off her thy way, And come not near unto the opening of her house,
9 Lest thou give to others thy honour, And thy years to the fierce,
10 Lest strangers be filled with thy power, And thy labours in the house of a stranger,
11 And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,
12 And hast said, `How have I hated instruction, And reproof hath my heart despised,
13 And I have not hearkened to the voice of my directors, And to my teachers have not inclined mine ear.